Legend of Ling Tian

Half a month is fast. Almost immediately. The body of the thirty-six iron guards could almost be seen thick and strong. Even Ling Jian, who has been running with the crowd, is now significantly thinner.

And Ling Jian's performance in these days, also made all the Iron-Blooded Guards look at each other. With Ling Jian's original nature, Mo said that it was eighty miles, forty miles, which was also very reluctant. In the first day of training, Ling Jian had not finished running halfway, and he exhausted his physical strength and passed out. An Iron-Blooded Guard picked him up and threw it on his back, and ran for a while. Unexpectedly, when Ling Jian woke up, he even said that he would go down and run by himself, even kicking and biting. It didn't take long to run and fainted.

For half a month in a row, the Iron-Blooded Guards did not know how many times Ling Jian had fainted, but the young man ’s nerve turned out to be made of steel, and he fainted silently, then woke up, He continued running silently again.

Thirty-six Iron-Blood Guards are all iron footboards that have been trained during the years of marching. As long as the physical strength can keep up, there is no problem with the feet. But Ling Jian is different. After all, he is only an 8-year-old child. His skin is still very delicate. On the first day of running, dense blood bubbles were rubbed on his feet. Even the iron guard who helped him deal with blood bubbles could not help seeing a numb scalp for a while. But this stubborn teenager still appeared in the queue when he ran the next day, then collapsed again, rubbed up new blood bubbles, and then broke ...

At the beginning, the Iron-Blood Guards were still quite dissatisfied with Ling Tian who had dropped this kid in the team. Is it obviously a burden? But later, this contempt turned into a heartfelt admiration!

Ling Jian from beginning to end, or fainted, or grinded blood on his feet, but he never hummed! Never cried once! Every time it is silently chasing the footsteps of the people, and never loses.

Later, there was such a peculiar situation. Once some iron-blood guards were weak and wanted to be lazy, as soon as they saw Ling Jian ’s thin figure, he immediately felt ashamed from the bottom of his heart, which greatly improved everyone ’s Training speed!

Early in the morning, the sky is twilight. Ling Tian sat quietly at the stone table in his campus alone, supporting with his hands, silently thinking about his thoughts.

The 36 youngest blood guards are also the youngest and have passed the age of 20, already the best age for martial arts. It is no doubt that they want to practice their home skills. It took a long time for Ling Tian to pick up and find out from the memory a kind of foreign hard work similar to the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt. Ready to teach to the blood guards. Since we have to work hard with ourselves for a long time in the future, we cannot do without improving our strength.

Regarding the martial arts of the Iron Guards, Ling Tian felt a headache. The basics of these guys now basically have no routines. They are all instincts learned from the battlefield. Ling Tiansi thinks about it, if he is just taught them the martial arts suitable for slashing and killing on the battlefield, then if he is alone in the rivers and lakes, he will definitely suffer. If you teach two sets of martial arts at the same time, look at the elm heads of these guys, God knows what they will learn!

Was thinking, the sound of small footsteps came from behind, and then a thick big cloak draped over himself. A gentle and tender voice sounded with a little disturbed voice: "Son, be careful with the cold."

Ling Tian smiled gently and turned his head. In front of him was a beautiful little girl with small red lips, straight Qiong nose, and big eyes like two deep lakes. You can take photos of yourself without any impurities. It was early morning. Since the little girl was brought back to her home by Ling Tian, ​​her nutrition gradually kept up, her little face also turned rosy, and her body was much stronger.

Lin Tian chuckled, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and grabbed the small hands that were exposed in the early morning, and said, "Morning, why is it so early? The body hasn't recovered well, and you should rest well."

In the early morning, he shyly lowered his eyes, looking at the palm of his hand that was holding his little hand. There was still a hint of restraint in his voice: "Chen Er is not assured that the son is here alone, cold!"

Ling Tian gently brushed her messy hair in front of her forehead, and said softly: "I'm fine, it's okay. You can go back and sleep for a while, it's still early."

In fact, Ling Tian ’s age is one or two years younger than that in the early morning hours, but somehow, every time Ling Tian sees this poor little girl, she always has a feeling of comfort and compassion as an elder.

Biting his red lips in the early morning, he seemed to hesitate for a long time, and then said timidly: "Son, let Chen'er follow Ling Jian to train them later?"

Lin Tian could not help but startled, said: "Why do you think so?"

Early in the morning, he lowered his head and muttered: "I know that the youngsters train them, so that they can contribute to the youngsters and do great things in the future. Chen'er also wants to help the younger sons. Can the younger sons agree?

Ling Tian smiled and said, "Morning, martial arts is very hard. I'm afraid you can't stand it."

Ling Chen raised his head stubbornly, and his beautiful big eyes were filled with a firm look: "Ling Jian they can all bear it, and Chen Er will certainly be able to bear it. Chen Er is not afraid of suffering, as long as he can help his son, Chen Er is willing to Do anything."

Ling Tian chuckled and squeezed a hand on her small face, saying, "Well, I will make an exception for my Chener. Well, wait for me to think about what kind of kung fu should I teach Chener it is good?"

In the morning, he was very happy and looked up at his little face, saying: "The son should teach Chen Er the most powerful kung fu. Chen Er must defeat Ling Jian."

Ling Tian burst into laughter and said, "Well, I will make you stronger than Ling Jian. However, Chen'er, my son, once started, but there is no turning back, I don't like to lose people halfway."

Chen Chen firmly said: "The son is assured, Chen'er must work harder than Ling Jian."

Ling Tian chuckled for a while, but his head turned quickly. What kind of skill should I teach Ling Chen? It ’s definitely not possible that my own dragon frightening skills are not suitable for women ’s cultivation; as for the golden bell cover iron shirt ... that is even more nonsense, how can a girl practice that kind of kung fu? Then, there is only one kind that can be suitable for women to practice. That is the ice magical skill that Ling Xueer has practiced in the previous life. Thinking of Ling Xueer, Ling Tian was in a trance and another pain.

After a while, the square said, "Chener, come here, I will touch your bones."

Ling Chenen let out a small sound, and leaned on Ling Tian.

The so-called "feeling bones" is a procedure necessary before the Chinese ancient martial arts school accepts each student, that is, to check whether a person's talent is suitable for practicing the martial arts.

For example, some people's bodies have congenital incoordination, and other people can easily make movements, but he is not standard anyway. This is not something that can be remedied by hard work, but one's talent problem.

Just like the current Chinese sports, gymnastics and other several projects that require a high degree of physical flexibility, most of the athletes who can get the gold medal are basically athletes from the south, and the northerners rarely see gymnastics. The project has reached the top level in the world. This is not to say that northerners do not work hard, nor that northerners are inferior to southerners. It is a congenital problem. It has a lot to do with the environment in which a person is growing. The climate in the south is humid, and the air in the north is dry and cold. Even if it is distinguished from the outside ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The people in the north and south are very obvious. Southerners 'physical coordination is generally stronger than that of northerners, and their skin is generally much finer than that of northerners; but northerners' physical fitness and physique are generally much stronger than those of southerners. Geography, climate, daily food, etc. determine all this. Therefore, some projects that require a lot of physical effort are basically Northerners, ha ha, far away, right.

Lingtian's eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were walking in the early morning. The internal force contained in it followed the movement of the palm to detect the distribution of bones in every morning body.

Detected it, Ling Tian was unexpected. The talent of this little girl is much higher than she expected, even second to Ling Jian. If Ling Tian is carefully tuned, I am afraid it will be a horrible existence in the near future.

Thinking about these things in his heart, Ling Tian couldn't help being a little fascinated. He didn't even hear the footsteps coming to the entrance of the courtyard.

"Ah-" A high scream rang without warning at the entrance of the courtyard! The voice is full of surprise and incredible!

Ling Tian was taken aback, and looked back quickly, only to see a few people standing in front of the small courtyard.

Ling Xiao's couple, Ling Kong's father and son, next to Ling Tian's concubine Ling Ran, was covering her red lips with one hand, looking at herself in surprise. The expressions on the faces of several people were exactly the same, with wide open mouths, staring at them dumbfounded.

At this moment, the movement between the two people, Ling Tian and Early Morning, looked extremely extreme to outsiders. Ling Tian held Chen Chen tightly in his arms, walking his hands up and down his body with his hands, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed very intoxicated. And in the early morning, his face was flushed, and he was close to Ling Tian's arms ...